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[rivalappeared]

Alright, who among us is pissed off that our summer included a flood, a freakshow hotel, and a hostile takeover by a megalomaniacal robot bitch, only to bring us right back to the beginning of classes? I don't know about you, but that's not my idea of a good vacation.

That's why I'm throwing a party. Get drunk, be merry, all out of the kindness of my massive heart. Location and date to be determined. Dragmire, what's the status of that old party shack?

I've got some money burning a hole in my pocket, and the need to get desperately intoxicated. Bad decisions will be made. Everyone's invited, unless you're a fucking buzzkill, or under 19. Sorry babies, better luck next year.



I'm just kidding. You can come, just keep it on the low, and don't come crying to me when you're barfing up a lung. Deal?

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[rivalthunderbolts]

Give 'em a taste of what they're missing out on.

[rivalappeared]

Word. Once we get the location, you up for a preliminary scope out? I'm sure the place could use a little charging up before polite company.

[rivalthunderbolts]

Just say the word, boss, and I'll be there.

[rivalappeared]

Awesome.

[rivalthunderbolts]

So, any ideas where we can do this thing?

[rivalappeared]

Dragmire's pub. Good a place as any, right?

[rivalthunderbolts]

I'll take your word on that, being as how I've never been.

[rivalappeared]

Trust me, you're gonna fit right in.

[rivalthunderbolts]

How could I not, with a face like this?